Bethany, you’re going to take him on one of your little joy rides, aren’t you?” Her grin broadened. “Damn, you’re ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. I don’t want you tangling with the cops again.

Ethan’s jaw dropped. Again he had underestimated her. Abruptly, he fought down a smile. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or arrest you.” She smiled up at him and again Ethan thought her lips were entirely too close to his. “You should kiss me,” she said, stunning him even more. “I guarantee it will be a lot more pleasant than arresting me...for both of us.